July 15, 2007

Where Would One Even Start?

My mother still needs lots of help, so I'll have to stop over there tomorrow and at least walk the dog.

Federal Express and/or our landlords messed up a shipment, so there's nothing to sell in my nonprofit/retail/office management job. And the Treasurer there is creating various pressures that I don't think I need.

My cousins were nice about staying here in Paper City, but one always feels icky about having been a poor hostess. They're young, though: they might not have noticed.

Someone damaged my car very slightly yesterday, and I went off on him. Very thoroughly. I know this person, so I probably owe him an amends, but . . . it can probably wait a bit. It was my car.

I remain imperfect.

There's a lot to be said for food and sleep.

I've decided that I should probably balance my checking account and work on my budget about as often as I do laundry—which means almost every day. Therefore, having just performed this grisly task, I am now aware that (my clients being late with my payments), I have $70 to get through next week with.

So: who votes for food? And who thinks it should be gasoline?

But I have plenty of leftovers in the fridge, and two billable assignments to get through the week. And for my birthday the husband got me books and copper pearl earrings.

I got myself two Ellery Queen mysteries and a John Coltrane album. All in all, quite a good haul.

So, you know: nothing to complain about, really.

I've decided that I deserve an iTunes binge. And—possibly a little gin.

I need external speakers for my Mac notebook, though. (I have ex-boyfriend who used to maintain that I blur the want/need distinction. This is not correct: I simply do not admit that it exists whatsoever.)

Check out this video of a purple Teletubby and Moses getting arrested at the Capitol in this demonstration about the Homosexual Agenda. Go to http://publicadvocateusa.org/ or http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUBj51aLV1A

This shows Public Advocate demonstrating in Washington, DC, protesting the Local Law Enforcement Hate Crimes Protection Act (H.R. 1592), which would grant special rights to homosexuals. This law would add sexual orientation to federal hate crimes statutes.

I'm always curious about this homosexual agenda, because I keep looking for it in office supply stores, and I can never find it.

Are the pages adorned with inspiring quotes from Christopher Isherwood?

Is the agenda covered in rainbow-patterned fabric, hot pink, or a subtle lavender?

I wonder if they carry it at A Different Light bookstore in West Hollywood. (Funny story: I was on my way there once, dressed in a pink skirt with a white cotton tank top, and wearing makeup. Just walking along the street, minding my own business. And a guy who passed me said, loudly, "aren't there any real dykes anymore?"

Los Angeles being the land of the lipstick lesbians, I just smiled at him and laughed. Didn't bother to explain.)

About Joy W. McCann:
I've been interviewed for Le Monde and mentioned on Fox News. I once did a segment for CNN on "Women and Guns," and this blog is periodically featured on the New York Times' blog list. My writing here has been quoted in California Lawyer. I've appeared on The Glenn and Helen Show. Oh—and Tammy Bruce once bought me breakfast.
My writing has appeared in The Noise,Handguns,Sports Afield,The American Spectator, and (it's a long story) L.A. Parent.
This is my main blog, though I'm also an alumnus of Dean's World, and I help out on the weekends at Right Wing News.
My political philosophy is quite simple: I'm a classical liberal. In our Orwellian times, that makes me a conservative, though one of a decidedly libertarian bent.